There is paper on the desk and a pencil in my hand.
Oh the different things that can come out of this.
Should I escape to my made up land
or
Express my thoughts and feelings?
What shall it be today?
An adventure or a thoughtful letter?
I put my pencil to the paper and I escape.
My mind goes crazy and I'm finally free.
Free to be me.
Free to do what I please.
Free.
I keep that pencil in my hand and I will always be free.